I never experienced it, but I would like the promotion of limited simulcasting to increase live handle.

Some states had such laws (Michigan and Ohio come to mind, however there may have been others, prior to full-card simulcasting.

In 1988, Raceway Park offering wagering on the Hambletonian and a few of the sub races, however not the full card in a special afternoon program. They offered video for all the races though. It was like a picnic on the apron and they were grilling food outside, believe they even served beer outside. Then held their regular night card after the Hambo.

Michigan at one time had a limit of two simulcast races per card. Not sure what their handle or profit was, however it was the first chance that many folks within Michigan tracks had seen racing outside Mich. I'm not sure if the wagering was co-mingled, although I doubt it. Inclined to believe the Mich pools were seperate.

from Oct 1953 Hoof Beats:STORK DEPARTMENTóBarbara Games Burright born August 3 to Reinsman and Mrs. Harry W. Burright . . . Patricia Mary Cunningham, blue eyes, lot of black hair, checked in at St. Ann Maternity Hospital in Cleveland. She's the third daughter of race announcer Andy and Mrs. Cunningham. The Cunningham's only son, Jimmy, 10, was visiting with his father at the Aurora Downs at Maywood, Ill., meeting when his new sister arrived.

I miss Sportsman Park sitting in section G watching the warmups with my binoculars and a pocketful of cash and a beautiful woman by my side . I miss laughing at that crazy guy Howard yelling and screaming about getting shutout . I miss the guys following me to the window and seeing their dejected face when I bet a pig !

I miss when there was only one trifecta race with a big pool !

Well , The pocketful of cash is gone

The beautiful woman is gone

The track is gone

The followers are gone

The only thing left is crazy Howard , but now he's yelling he got beat with pocket aces .

I miss Sportsman Park sitting in section G watching the warmups with my binoculars and a pocketful of cash and a beautiful woman by my side . I miss laughing at that crazy guy Howard yelling and screaming about getting shutout . I miss the guys following me to the window and seeing their dejected face when I bet a pig !

I miss when there was only one trifecta race with a big pool !

Well , The pocketful of cash is gone

The beautiful woman is gone

The track is gone

The followers are gone

The only thing left is crazy Howard , but now he's yelling he got beat with pocket aces .

Known Phil for 30 some years.We constantly hung out in the same taverns after the races.Ive always had and still do have a lot of repect for RTP.Always a gentlemen and has went out of his way to try and help me.Used to follow him to the window too.Those scores he talks about are all true.FACT!!!!!!!

No , Howard was a character at the track who resembled Groucho Marx and possibly wore the same clothes ! He had a wardrobe that could only have been handed down and down . He use to run around with a fat friend yelling and usually beating the friend in the head with his program screaming about something !! One time Howard was beating him with his program and the friend who's name was either Sheldon or Sherman was trying to get away , but he must have just relieve himself from the washroom because he had about 6 foot of toilet paper coming out of his pants ( NO EXAGGERATION ) I couldn't stop laughing the whole night . I once loaned Howard 30 dollars and he bet mostly t breds at this time and he hid from me for a year !! I finally spotted him one day at Hawthorne and snuck up behind him and put my arm around his throat from behind and started squeezing and as i'm squeezing him tighter and tighter i'm telling him give me my 40 ( naturally 10 buck interest ) i'm squeezing so hard he is about to passout , so I let go and he cannot get his breath and he is gagging to regain his breath , he finally has cleared his throat and says will you settle for 20 !! I immediately lunged at him and he OK OK here's your 40 !! Now think about it what kind of raving lunatic under that kind of pressure would try and get a settlement from someone that just got done choking him ?

There are many racetrack stories about Howard and they are all classics .

No , Howard was a character at the track who resembled Groucho Marx and possibly wore the same clothes ! He had a wardrobe that could only have been handed down and down . He use to run around with a fat friend yelling and usually beating the friend in the head with his program screaming about something !! One time Howard was beating him with his program and the friend who's name was either Sheldon or Sherman was trying to get away , but he must have just relieve himself from the washroom because he had about 6 foot of toilet paper coming out of his pants ( NO EXAGGERATION ) I couldn't stop laughing the whole night . I once loaned Howard 30 dollars and he bet mostly t breds at this time and he hid from me for a year !! I finally spotted him one day at Hawthorne and snuck up behind him and put my arm around his throat from behind and started squeezing and as i'm squeezing him tighter and tighter i'm telling him give me my 40 ( naturally 10 buck interest ) i'm squeezing so hard he is about to passout , so I let go and he cannot get his breath and he is gagging to regain his breath , he finally has cleared his throat and says will you settle for 20 !! I immediately lunged at him and he OK OK here's your 40 !! Now think about it what kind of raving lunatic under that kind of pressure would try and get a settlement from someone that just got done choking him ?

There are many racetrack stories about Howard and they are all classics .

The priest and him have probably played cards together by the way .

RTP

Those were the days .

RTP,

My cohorts and I sat in section H at Sportsmans.I'm a few years younger than you.I remember you always had a very pretty lady with you.Those days were great.Feeling the buzz in the crowd before a big race is something that some people attending races today have never experienced.

I also remember Groucho well.I thought his real name was Steve?My friends and I always referred to him as Groucho.His freind's name was Myron.I know that for a fact.When I read your description of the toilet paper episode I almost peed my pants.I actually remember seeing that.I've called tow old pals this morning and they remebered that as well and just about died laughing about it.We used to sit on the third floor at Maywood by the finish line.Groucho, Myron and Scott Erlich sat right above us night after night.Our groups would nod to eachother but never much more than that.Scott Erlich kept a huge notebook on workouts.One night he left early and then came back in tears because he lost it.He looked under every seat in the place.I don't think he ever found it.

I am also proud to say, I never follwed you to the windows.Great days indeed.

Burton , No , Howard is his name for sure and I just remembered for sure the other guys name it was Marshall his father owned a shoe store and he would even sell shoes at the track . Just maybe your thinking of someone else , but that could hardly be if you remember the toilet paper incident that was so funny . Howard rents a room now at my old partners house and I still see him when i visit . He once played pool with my friend a great player and the game was nine ball and if Howard could hit the rotation ball your suppose to shoot into the nine ball and have the nine ball hit the rail he won and naturally the other guy had to make the balls in order to win . No one in the world could lose with that spot !!

My cohorts and I sat in section H at Sportsmans.I'm a few years younger than you.I remember you always had a very pretty lady with you.Those days were great.Feeling the buzz in the crowd before a big race is something that some people attending races today have never experienced.

I also remember Groucho well.I thought his real name was Steve?My friends and I always referred to him as Groucho.His freind's name was Myron.I know that for a fact.When I read your description of the toilet paper episode I almost peed my pants.I actually remember seeing that.I've called tow old pals this morning and they remebered that as well and just about died laughing about it.We used to sit on the third floor at Maywood by the finish line.Groucho, Myron and Scott Erlich sat right above us night after night.Our groups would nod to eachother but never much more than that.Scott Erlich kept a huge notebook on workouts.One night he left early and then came back in tears because he lost it.He looked under every seat in the place.I don't think he ever found it.

I am also proud to say, I never follwed you to the windows.Great days indeed.

I kind of explained in several posts that i am not a good handicapper, when in that situation to have a chance you had to follow the wise guys!!!!ieWhen betting sports i got the plays of the computer group and got cut off by almost every bookie in Chicago.Then had to get beards in to those same guys again and again.Put a lot of them out of action so i could be a big bettor at the track.Thats what i got out of it!!!!!

Burton , No , Howard is his name for sure and I just remembered for sure the other guys name it was Marshall his father owned a shoe store and he would even sell shoes at the track . Just maybe your thinking of someone else , but that could hardly be if you remember the toilet paper incident that was so funny . Howard rents a room now at my old partners house and I still see him when i visit . He once played pool with my friend a great player and the game was nine ball and if Howard could hit the rotation ball your suppose to shoot into the nine ball and have the nine ball hit the rail he won and naturally the other guy had to make the balls in order to win . No one in the world could lose with that spot !!

I remember sitting outside at Liberty Bell in the 70's, and Stanley Dancer had one of his typical heavy favorites-Albatross, I think-who outclassed the field. Jack Bailey had Bye Bye Sam, a decent type but not in the same class as Albatross. Albatross won that night, of course, with Stanley backing off the middle half before sprinting away. BUT, Bailey parked him early before settling in the pocket, and took a run at him at the end, to no avail. What sets this race apart is the ovation the fans gave Bailey for trying his best-an act of sportsmanship from the fans that disappeared long, long ago.

The scenery up and down Laramie or Cicero after a night at the races was a sight to behold.

does anybody remember the bar outside the stable gate on laramie. i think it was THE CLUBHOUSE. i remember the bartender, his name was teddy. little like the soup nazi on seinfield. a real character. pretty good Italian food there.

My cohorts and I sat in section H at Sportsmans.I'm a few years younger than you.I remember you always had a very pretty lady with you.Those days were great.Feeling the buzz in the crowd before a big race is something that some people attending races today have never experienced.

I also remember Groucho well.I thought his real name was Steve?My friends and I always referred to him as Groucho.His freind's name was Myron.I know that for a fact.When I read your description of the toilet paper episode I almost peed my pants.I actually remember seeing that.I've called tow old pals this morning and they remebered that as well and just about died laughing about it.We used to sit on the third floor at Maywood by the finish line.Groucho, Myron and Scott Erlich sat right above us night after night.Our groups would nod to eachother but never much more than that.Scott Erlich kept a huge notebook on workouts.One night he left early and then came back in tears because he lost it.He looked under every seat in the place.I don't think he ever found it.

I am also proud to say, I never follwed you to the windows.Great days indeed.

Your group sat only yards away from my good friend Glenn Zarr and his family up there on the third floor. No doubt you remember the Zarr family they owned horses I'm certain you know who their trainers were. Glen's brother Zack carried a clip board all the time like Erlick he also wore binoculars around his neck. I talk to Glen now and then but don't see him since I moved out of town. Glen tells me he still goes to Maywood and sees you and a few people who sat in your group up there on the third floor. That third fool was once jammed packed with race goers. My friend Glen knows just about everyone that went to Maywood he wore out ten pair of gyms walking all over hell during the races looking for as much information as he could get. I think Section H is where Farrington and his group sat. Did you ever follow his runners to the windows? Me and Glen did all the time. We loved to follow Jim Dolbee to the 50 dollar window on the grandstand level where he would bet. Hang loose burton if you see Glen around say hello.

does anybody remember the bar outside the stable gate on laramie. i think it was THE CLUBHOUSE. i remember the bartender, his name was teddy. little like the soup nazi on seinfield. a real character. pretty good Italian food there.

Tons of coke was sold in that bar when Teddy worked the place. Glen would buy some weed in there from Jones a friend of Randy Jacobs. Food was good in there I remember. Glen always wanted to stop in after the races for chili.

Tons of coke was sold in that bar when Teddy worked the place. Glen would buy some weed in there from Jones a friend of Randy Jacobs. Food was good in there I remember. Glen always wanted to stop in after the races for chili.

i worked for joe obrien in his last trips to sportsmans. he had the first barn right inside the stable gate.id say 1979 1980 maybe. rubbing horses for joe is an experience i would not trade or wish on anybody as he was a perfectionist. take home about 135.00 dollars a week then. would go to the clubhouse bar payday, eat and have a few beers, go to the races and usually went broke. back to the bar to run a tab. ate and drank there for the week. the next friday would come and after you paid your tab, ate dinner and had a few beers. you were almost busted, go to the races to make a score. go bust and then started a tab for the next week on saturday. they had my 135 dollars every week. vicious cycle. lol wouldnt trade the experience for anything.

Your group sat only yards away from my good friend Glenn Zarr and his family up there on the third floor. No doubt you remember the Zarr family they owned horses I'm certain you know who their trainers were. Glen's brother Zack carried a clip board all the time like Erlick he also wore binoculars around his neck. I talk to Glen now and then but don't see him since I moved out of town. Glen tells me he still goes to Maywood and sees you and a few people who sat in your group up there on the third floor. That third fool was once jammed packed with race goers. My friend Glen knows just about everyone that went to Maywood he wore out ten pair of gyms walking all over hell during the races looking for as much information as he could get. I think Section H is where Farrington and his group sat. Did you ever follow his runners to the windows? Me and Glen did all the time. We loved to follow Jim Dolbee to the 50 dollar window on the grandstand level where he would bet. Hang loose burton if you see Glen around say hello.